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Click clack
Click clack, click clack, I hear myself conjuring these sounds in the early hours of a Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday, and sometimes even on Fridays. I hear the clock strike 2 with its usual DING one two three DING. Like Quasimodo trying to claim sanctuary. My neighbors asleep in their beds. My…
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The loneliest girl
She felt like the loneliest girl in the world. She never minded the menagerie of friends, family, and ever adoring stable of suitors around her. At best, they were welcome distractions. At worst, they were stakes in the ground. Even though she felt alone she had grown accustomed to it, and the solitude it brought…
